STILL AIN’T SHOCKING ME

[Verse]
I put the gas, sell it but ain't in Tokyo
You is whack so you tryna get my friends through the scope
Whack ass rappers tryna play me like a piano
You might be taller than me but still be Figaro Pho
The fuck you say? Leave the cock from your mouth
Some terms will not save the shit y'all can talk about
Many years at trying and still haven't a heart attack
You ain't a real G, bitch and that's some hard facts
Peter Piper picked me, 'cause I'm the hottest
Motherfucker and double 7 fillin' me with godship
No context, bloodsucker you fuckin' toxic
Ya feel better now 'cause you call yourself a rapper now?
77 is fuckin' next up
AVE in this female dog, what the frick is up?
To be honest, I don't give a single fuck
I stuff thoughts in me like I hadn't enough

I can't take people seriously who still use Facebook
They put the testes back in the pants when we take notes
You want smoke?
There was one beat from you called Cité Soleil
So it describes yourself:
An unemployed bitch, no mental health and junky life
Bruh, I rather be a boring living than these looking ass wannabes
Not my fault if they're disabled but they still ain't shocking me
Go away, bitch, your talk won't help by the fact you loose
Now go to your fuckin' bed and die by drinkin' booze